It might be a problem…
It caused odd stalkers at the workplace while in high school…
And then in college…
I was reprimanded at the airport in San Francisco, for, after just being told DON’T talk to anyone, telling some fella thanks anyway but I have a ride.
I can’t help it…
Is it really so bad?
To be chronically polite?
I say bless you when someone sneezes…compulsively.
Sometimes I whisper it if I think perhaps they wouldn’t appreciate it.
I quickly had to stop saying yes to fund raising over the phone and at the door when Mr. Z arrived on the scene…he just shook is head.
I really think they were legitimate…
So recently, these phone calls…to my cell phone…about being a preferred shopper…have become a problem.
Two different area codes are calling.
What if it is my aunt? or a cousin? or a friend in need?
So I answer…several times a day.
Each time, I listen a bit less.
I really don’t care to be a preferred customer based on a recent purchase…no, I don’t want you to send me free gas cards for only one dollar shipping.
NO, I don’t care to hear about any other special offers.
You call while I am walking, and freezing, and just trying tackle this hill, see…
And yet, I am not able to hang up.
I just tell you no thank you, and please do have a great day anyway, ok?
And then…you call AGAIN? and again and again and again.
Finally, in a pleading sort of way…I explain my frustration to some final straw…Miss, I really don’t know how much polite I have left, ok?
No problem DarmaZ, I will place you on the do not call list, have a nice day!